All Are Prey Before the Worldbearing Coreflame

Bai Yuan himself had not expected that once he started killing, he would not be able to stop.

The third Evil Soul Master fell. The fourth tried to run, only to be pierced through the back by Bai Yuan's sword.

The fifth tried to use a Soul Beast as a shield, but Bai Yuan circled around the still-dazed creature and swept his blade straight across the man's throat.

The sixth, the seventh...

By the end, he had casually dealt with more than half of the out-of-control Soul Beasts as well.

Corpses lay scattered across the dark-red ground.

The stench of blood was so thick it was choking.

Bai Yuan stood amid the pile of corpses, blood still dripping from Dawnmaker's blade as he panted heavily.

He lowered his head to look at his hands, then at the bodies littering the ground, and a thought rose in his mind.

Wait, why did I kill them all?

In the distance, a Soul Master who was still alive stared at him in utter shock.

The man was covered in wounds and half-kneeling on the ground, clutching a broken sword. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You... you..." The Soul Master opened his mouth, his voice trembling.

"How did you wipe out everyone here so quickly?"

Bai Yuan raised his head and glanced at him.

The Soul Master instinctively shrank back.

He had seen clearly how fast this child had been killing just now.

It was not merely fast. He had become faster and faster.

Every sword strike had been swifter than the last, and every enemy had fallen more decisively than the one before.

Toward the end, the child's figure had become as fast as a streak of light, difficult even to follow.

"One sword..." the Soul Master muttered blankly. "How could he be this fast?"

In the distance, another Soul Master leaned on his spear and struggled to crawl out of a pile of corpses, his voice hoarse.

"He... why is he getting faster and faster?

Is that a trait of his Martial Soul?"

Han Tianyi watched Bai Yuan grow increasingly faster within the environment and muttered,

"This child..."

"I thought he had a Body Martial Soul.

Such speed is rare among Soul Masters with weapon Martial Souls."

From deep within the sky, Han Tianyi's voice finally rang out.

It was aged, carrying both praise and emotion.

"A teachable child. A fine prospect."

Bai Yuan raised his head and shouted toward the sky, "Elder Han, does that count as passing the test?"

"It does." Han Tianyi's voice carried a trace of laughter. "However..."

The space before him began to ripple once more.

"Since you performed so well in that round, let's move on to another one." The aged voice came from all directions, leisurely amused. "Let me see how long you can last."

The moment his words fell, the space ahead rippled like a lake struck by a stone, rings spreading outward from the center.

At the heart of those ripples, seven figures slowly emerged from the depths of a mirror. They condensed from illusion into substance, their bodies gradually given flesh and blood by the illusory realm.

Bai Yuan instinctively tightened his grip on Dawnmaker. The phantom of the Golden-Haired Mastiff appeared at his side, growling low as its fur bristled.

The first person to emerge was an elderly man clad in a golden robe embroidered with silver, his beard and hair both snow-white.

The instant he used Martial Soul Possession, a sharp gleam burst from his eyes. Fine golden scales covered his entire body, his hands transformed into claws, and a huge tail covered in scales and spikes dragged behind him. Every step carried crushing pressure.

Bai Yuan's pupils contracted slightly. This was the Golden Crocodile King, a top-tier beast Martial Soul.

The second person emerged from the mirror with short dark-blue hair and smoky blue eyes.

With swordlike brows, starry eyes, and handsome features, he wore a blue-green robe. After releasing his Martial Soul, he transformed into a massive Azure Luan that soared and cried through the sky.

The third followed close behind: a burly, middle-aged man with golden hair, his body burning with scorching flames. Every step carried violent pressure, while a huge Blazing Lion roared beside him!

Bai Yuan narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

The old man in gold robes, the Golden Crocodile King.

The blue-haired man, Azure Luan.

The golden-haired burly man, the Blazing Lion.

Spirit Hall.

This was Spirit Hall from ten thousand years ago.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo.

Spirit Hall's three great consecrates.

Soul Ring halos began rising beneath their feet.

Not nine—were there nine?

No. Bai Yuan blinked and saw the rings beneath their feet clearly.

Yellow, yellow, purple. Three rings lit up.

Bai Yuan: "..."

What did this mean?

Three old monsters at the Title Douluo level were using only three rings to fight him?

"These are Spirit Hall's three great consecrates from twenty thousand years ago." Han

Tianyi's voice drifted over.

"But don't worry. I've suppressed their strength to the same number of Soul Rings as yours.

Three rings against three rings. Fair and square."

Bai Yuan's lips twitched.

Three-ring Title Douluo?

They were still Title Douluo!

Even if their Soul Ring count had been suppressed, their combat experience, use of soul skills, and control over their Martial Souls—every single one was overwhelmingly superior to his!

Han Tianyi seemed to see through his thoughts and chuckled.

"What, afraid? Didn't you enjoy all that killing just now?"

Bai Yuan took a deep breath, tightened his grip on Dawnmaker, and stared at the three figures before him radiating terrifying auras.

The Golden-Haired Mastiff at his side bristled and growled, battle intent burning in its golden vertical pupils.

"Afraid?" Bai Yuan's lips slowly curled upward. "Elder Han, you're handing me experience."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's cold vertical pupils locked onto Bai Yuan.

His golden scales glimmered with a cold, metallic sheen in the light of the illusory realm.

"How many years has it been..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke, his aged voice carrying a nostalgia that seemed to span time itself.

"I never thought a young man would stand before me again."

Azure Luan Douluo said nothing. He merely raised his chin slightly, his smoky blue eyes looking down on Bai Yuan as though he were an ant.

Mighty Lion Douluo was far more direct. The flames around his body suddenly exploded, and a scorching wave of heat rushed straight at Bai Yuan.

"Enough nonsense! Let me see what this brat is made of!"

Before his words had even faded, the second purple Soul Ring beneath Mighty Lion Douluo's feet lit up sharply. His entire body transformed into a blazing mass of fire as he lunged straight at Bai Yuan!

He was astonishingly fast, and the searing heat warped the air itself.

Bai Yuan did not retreat.

His feet shifted, and Eidolon's enhancement erupted completely in that instant.

His figure flashed like a ghost through Mighty Lion Douluo's flames, Dawnmaker drawing a silver-white arc through the darkness.

Clang!

The blade collided with a golden claw, sending sparks flying!

At some point, Golden Crocodile Douluo had already stepped in front of Mighty Lion Douluo. His claw, covered in golden scales, clamped tightly around Dawnmaker's blade.

His cold vertical pupils stared at Bai Yuan, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly in approval.

"Not bad speed, boy."

Bai Yuan felt the immense force transmitted through the sword, numbing the web between his thumb and forefinger.

Even with three rings, Golden Crocodile Douluo's strength was still absurdly powerful.

Was this the foundation of a Title Douluo?

"However—" Golden Crocodile Douluo suddenly exerted force, flinging Bai Yuan through the air!

Bai Yuan spun twice in midair before landing steadily, his feet carving a deep furrow into the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the three figures slowly approaching him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood in the center, the Golden Crocodile King's scales gleaming with the light of death.

Azure Luan Douluo stood to the left, blue-green wings faintly visible behind him.

Mighty Lion Douluo stood to the right, flames endlessly surging around his body.

Bai Yuan took a deep breath and pointed his sword at the three of them, the curve of his lips widening further and further.

So what if they were three-ring Title Douluo?

Before Eidolon, before the Worldbearing Coreflame.

Everyone was prey.

"Come."

Bai Yuan moved, and his figure vanished once more.